"Don't move, be careful not to prick your feet."
He picked her up by the waist.
Inside the hall, Sheng Xiyan carefully wiped the blood and asked softly, "Does it hurt?"
"It doesn't hurt."
Xuan Ling stretched out his other hand and wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes with his fingertips.
It's a bit cruel to use the method of self-torture to make her feel distressed.
Her tears were precious, and he didn't want to let her cry, but people were always contradictory. He wanted her to be moved by him and to be loved deeply, so he used every possible way, even if it was childish.
While Sheng Xiyan was touching the golden wound medicine, she thought of what Qi Yan had said, that Xuan Ling was forced to be separated from her mother at the age of ten.
At the age of ten, he was still a naive child. How scared and lonely he must have felt.
When she was ten years old, she was at her happiest. She had the love of her parents and elder brother, and she laughed heartily and played carefree every day.
Perhaps women are born with a maternal side. When Sheng Xiyan thought of this, her tears began to fall again.
Gently blow on the wound on his palm.
Xuan Ling was originally leaning on the cushion, but seeing that she was crying harder and harder, he quickly stood up.
"Yanyan, this injury will heal in a few days. Don't worry. Don't cry."
She frantically tried to find something with her other hand to wipe her tears, but couldn't find a handkerchief, so she used her sleeve to catch the tears that were flowing from her eyes.
You are so mean. You tricked Yanyan into crying like this.
Xuan Ling coaxed, "Yan Yan, be good, don't cry. I was wrong and shouldn't have made you sad. Actually, the injury on your hand is..."
Sheng Xiyan hugged him and choked up, "Your Majesty, Xiyan will definitely love you well in the future, wuwuwu, wuwuwu..."
Oh my God, her short words were like a warm current, wrapping every cell in Xuan Ling's body with warmth, and he felt like he was placed in a warm and sweet cloud.
It was the kind of cherishment and love that he had not enjoyed for a long, long, long time.
Xuan Ling said from the bottom of his heart, "Yan Yan, thank you."
Power and wealth can buy many things, but they cannot buy true feelings.
The imperial concubines, ministers, and even the whole world depended on the emperor for their survival.
However, he is also a flesh-and-blood person who longs to shed his emperor identity and be truly loved.
At this moment, talking only about love may be a bit narrow.
"Why does the emperor thank Xi Yan?"
"What I got from Yanyan was not only love, but also the precious warmth of the world."
"Xuanlang..."
Xuan Ling lowered his head and kissed her slowly. Everything was quiet, filled with tenderness and love, with only the stars in the sky as witnesses.
Sheng Xiyan closed her eyes and felt the warm touch on her forehead, cheeks, and nose tip.
It was a little itchy as it swept across my skin, and the lingering scent of agarwood and tuberose was intertwined.
My heartbeat started to get rougher, and I could clearly feel his breath getting hot.
"Yanyan, I want you..."
"Xuan Lang...I like you..."
Starry sky,
The lights are bright.
The curtains moved and the fragrance was endless.
Red lotus curls in the autumn mist.
At the second watch of the night, Xuan Ling was still unable to extricate himself from the delicate fragrance of the girl.
Sheng Xiyan's face was flushed red, and her eyes were wet, as if water was about to drip out.
The messy black hair and the wet and broken hair on the forehead stuck to the snow-white forehead.
Grabbing the muscular arm.
"Your Majesty....You are not allowed to do so!"
Xuan Ling's eyes suddenly frowned, and he pulled her away and rolled off the couch.
The sweat on the temples fell "pa! pa!" along the angular cheeks and finally slid onto the strong chest muscles.
Then I heard the beauty crying.
Sheng Xiyan buried her head in the brocade blanket and sobbed, her fair and tender hands clenched into fists and pounded.
“….嘤嘤嘤….”
Xuan Ling wiped it, walked over, and stroked the back of her skin, soothing her.
"Yan Yan..."
Sheng Xiyan waved her fists and complained, "The emperor doesn't keep his word. He clearly promised me before!"
"I won't do that next time."
"This is the sixth time, and it happens every time. The emperor is a liar, a big liar... wuwuwu..."
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